Two Poems about Schoolchildren

I have been thinking a lot about school lately, in that nostalgic end-of-mandatory-education sort of way. As graduation approaches, my mind grows more and more poetic. Two poems have sprung from these thoughts. I hope you appreciate them, dear readers. Also, I haven't got titles for them, so any suggestions will be very helpful!

Poem #1

The prophetic ringing
Of a dingy old school-bell
Sends long brown braids swinging
As they file down the hall.

Amidst flurried pearls and loafers
And chinos topped with argyle
They coyly reject offers
From the boys who wink and smile.

They glide across the parquet floor
At the ball for debutantes-
Their fathers' lectures are such a bore
And their mothers are nonchalant.

But behind carefully lined lids
Of deep blue sparkling eyes
Something is ill and amiss-
It tells of a coming demise.

One day, cornflower preppies wilt
In the spotlight of the scene
And though their lives are wholly gilt
It's hard to live a dream.

Poem #2

The lengthy scratches of thirty pencils grating
Against white paper with blue lines
Evokes a memory of days spent waiting
For summer, long in coming-

And of students taking up arms in their minds
Against the clock, a foe unsurmountable.
The deaths of snarling dragons on tridents' gleaming tines
Swirl in the imagination as seconds fade away.

The smell of rubber eraser-shavings
Throws a mental switchboard's breaker
Back to times when a few hours of daylight lasting
Repaid a year of dull submission.

Now we have lost the wand'ring spirits
We had when we were children
When joy, a dime could buy it,
Was ever our only aim.